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Monday, March 4, 2013

A Weekend Full of Baseball

....or at least that's what it felt like. Okay, so I really only did something baseball related on Saturday, but it took over my entire weekend. Waking up at 7am on the weekend when your body clearly knows you should be sleeping it will cause endless exhaustion for the rest of the weekend.

J put on his first baseball clinic for kiddos 7-14 years old this weekend. Because J thinks I know as much about baseball as homegirl below, he put me in charge of registration. I was the most responsible one there, so obviously I should be in charge of the money.

I promise I know more about baseball than she does...

Problem number one arose when Pops paid for his child's sessions with a hundred dollar bill. You should know that I'm terrible at basic math. It gives me great anxiety to have to do math in my head on the spot. Irrational? Absolutely. But it's just not my cup of tea. I have no idea what I did, but of course, I gave homeboy the wrong change. I made up some lame excuse as to why I messed up, but lets be honest, it was just an example of my math challenged brain. I'll also blame it on the fact that it was 8.45 on a Saturday morning.

Best part of the whole day? Commentary from the young chaps as they ran from session to session.

"Ma! The Gatorade!""Dude. Did you see that catch? I'm so making the team this time!""I didn't know you had run this much in baseball.""Those baseballs are harder than I remember." {huh?}
I did my part as the coaches fiancé and better half-- chummed it up with some semi obnoxious man associated with the Little League, convinced parents they should sign their kid, who probably has no future in baseball, up for more sessions, and made sure all the clinic coaches had lunch. I made friends with some high-larious mothers, gave randoms directions to other areas of the school -- even though I had no idea what I was talking about -- and I get to do it all over again next Saturday. J is lucky that I love him.